"…bo ja jestem, proszę pana, na zakręcie Na koniec słowo o decyzjach. Często spotykam ludzi, którzy, mając problem starają się go rozstrzygnąćWięcej wierszy na temat: Życie « poprzedni następny » Nie zawsze jest wygodnie Śpiewali już o cierpieniu o miłości z szczyptą goryczy powiem o jednym zdarzeniu muszę to panu wykrzyczeć ....bo ja jestem proszę pana na zakręcie Wyjście z pasażu wprost na mnie obojętność przerażająca twarz pospolita jak kamień a obok ruda - mało pociągająca ....bo ja jestem proszę pana na zakręcie Zapyta pan od niechcenia jak dzieciaki, jak im w szkole nie dostrzeże pan mego cierpienia i to, że zycie normalnie chromolę .....bo ja jestem proszę pana na zakręcie Żelazny pan z żelazną panią budują zamek na "krwawicy" a ja - no cóż - ja byłam gamoń błąd - nie można w zyciu być niczym. .....bo ja jestem proszę pana na zakręcie Napisany: 2008-06-07 Dodano: 2008-06-07 08:32:02 Ten wiersz przeczytano 464 razy Oddanych głosów: 6 Aby zagłosować zaloguj się w serwisie « poprzedni następny » Dodaj swój wiersz Wiersze znanych Adam Mickiewicz Franciszek Karpiński Juliusz Słowacki Wisława Szymborska Leopold Staff Konstanty Ildefons Gałczyński Adam Asnyk Krzysztof Kamil Baczyński Halina Poświatowska Jan Lechoń Tadeusz Borowski Jan Brzechwa Czesław Miłosz Kazimierz Przerwa-Tetmajer więcej » Autorzy na topie kazap Ola Bella Jagódka anna AMOR1988 marcepani więcej » JESTEM RYBAKIEM PANA. G e C D. 1. Jestem rybakiem Pana, zarzucam sieci swe, Gdy troski mnie przygniatają – chlup, chlup, ja topię się, aaa, aaa. Ref. Cziru riru riru, cziru riru riru, cziru riru riru ua! 2. Jezus mym przyjacielem, On ratuje życie me, Wyciąga do mnie rękę, ja mocno trzymam się, aaa, aaa. Welcome To Our Tale / On My Life Turn Welcome to our tale The elephant will play on a pipe, Pinocchio sings to us Will dance around the tree, Here, everything is possible The animals are happy, And the kids know something about this Plane flies. Ref: No one here knows no hunger No one feels the cold And even I'm not lying No one complains about my mum. Welcome to our tale The elephant will play on a pipe, Pinocchio sings to us Will dance around the tree, Because it is more fun with us We will move together in the woods, And in woods and Dabrowa Adventure longer hides. Ref: We find it ourselves We boys with girls And then I give my word That it will be colorful. We find it ourselves We boys with girls And then I give my word That it will be colorful. No one here knows no hunger No one feels the cold And even I'm not lying No one complains about my mum. Sir, do you feel well ? That is great I can just see a clear sight, even steps As in the march And I'm, Sir, on my life turn My right is yours' left You can see table, bench, chair And I can see only a tree torn apart Because I 'm, Sir, on my life turn From my eyes one can see a tilted sky You divide, Sir, each winter each dawn half half You love, Sir, your wife Time to go back, the smoke goes out Soon, Sir, there will be dawn Wife waits, probably did not sleep today And workers will rise up ..... And I'm, Sir, on my life turn Flashing lights of various options You say, Sir, basta, pause, stalemate And you, Sir, do not envy me We'd better go, the cigarette is off Soon, Sir, you feel it, there will be dawn She is waiting, not sleeping today And workers will rise up And I'm, Sir, on my life turn Though if I wanted, I would set me down I can already see a dog, cat, table It would be enough just to be nice ..... You were also, Sir, in your life turn Today, Sir, you see these realities And you work, Sir, like a mule And my life is in swing like a bathtube Time to come back, birds start singing Soon, Sir, there will be dawn Time go home, rush eyes, clean teeth Before workers rise up. tłumaczenie od: @Aleksandrala [ @adbodnar [
Sir, do you feel well ? That is great I can just see your clean sight, your even walk Like in a march And I'm, Sir, on my life's turn My right is your left You can see a table, a bench, a chair And all I see is a tree torn apart Because, Sir, I'm on my life's turn From my viewpoint one can see a tilted sky You, Sir, you share each winter, each dawn ahalf, You, Sir, you love your wife Time to go back, because the cigarette goes out Soon, Sir, there will be dawn Your wife is waiting, she probably won't sleep at all And the workers soon will rise And I'm, Sir, on my life's turn There are flashing lights of various opportunities You, Sir, you say basta, pause, stalemate And you, Sir, do not envy me We'd better go, the cigarette is going off Soon, Sir, you can feel it, there will be dawn She is waiting, she won't sleep at all And the workers soon will rise And I'm, Sir, on my life's turn Though if I wanted, I would settle myself down I already see a dog, a kid, a table All it takes is for me to play nice You were also, Sir, in your life's turn Today, Sir, you see these realities And you work, Sir, like a mule And my life is in swing like a bathtub Time to come back, the finches are already singing Soon, Sir, there will be dawn Time to go home, rub the eyes, clean the teeth Before the workers rise.
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